ER Nightmare

Without a doubt some of the most difficult cases we handle are those involving children. We recently handled a case involving a young fifteen year old; a young fifteen year old girl who was born with a heart defect. She learned to live with that heart defect. Her doctor told the family that as long as she was properly monitored and given the proper medication and saw her doctor regularly that she should still, despite this defect, live a little of a long and happy life.
Unfortunately, when she was around thirteen she contracted a virus of sorts, something similar to a simple cold or flu that you and I might get. But as a result of this virus, given her heart condition, she ended up having to have a heart transplant.
A heart transplant at the age of thirteen is scary, but it went well. She was doing very, very well. She was active in school. She was a beautiful young girl doing very well in academics and sports and participating fully in life.
Just a short while ago, as she turned fifteen, she told her mother that she wasn’t feeling well. She knew she had to go to the hospital. She said, “Mom, I think I’m dying. I don’t feel right.”
Her mother took her to the emergency room of a local facility. She went in to that emergency room and she told the nurses there, “I am not right. I need to see someone immediately. I feel as though I am dying.” For 4 hours this young teenager kept telling the nurses in the emergency room, “I don’t feel well. I feel as though I am dying.”
It wasn’t until 4 hours later that the cardiologist finally arrived in the emergency room. Within moments of his arrival in the ER this young, vibrant teenager suffered a massive heart attack and never recovered. The cardiologist, the nurses, the hospital and facilities each need to be held responsible and accountable so this will never happen again.
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